Shane Schick
@shaneschick.bsky.social
“You must change your life.” Editor Re:Verse Poetry (coming 2025). Poems in Juniper, Stanchion Zine, Shō Poetry Journal and elsewhere. My wife is a priest. DadX3
Starting off the week with a grateful return to Traces Journal, which published my poem 'Everything.' Thanks as always to Maya, its editor, for supporting my work.
November 24, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Starting off the week with a grateful return to Traces Journal, which published my poem 'Everything.' Thanks as always to Maya, its editor, for supporting my work.
"You who now claim to be poets, humble yourselves before what you should be."
Raymond Queneau
Raymond Queneau
November 23, 2025 at 12:06 AM
"You who now claim to be poets, humble yourselves before what you should be."
Raymond Queneau
Raymond Queneau
Watching "Come See Me In The Good Light" about the late Andrea Gibson and I don't think I've ever seen a pair of lovers editing a poem on film before.
November 19, 2025 at 1:06 AM
Watching "Come See Me In The Good Light" about the late Andrea Gibson and I don't think I've ever seen a pair of lovers editing a poem on film before.
Good morning.
📸: Me
📸: Me
September 6, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Good morning.
📸: Me
📸: Me
"The pen, the pot of ink, the strewn pages."
Goodnight from Raymond Carver.
Goodnight from Raymond Carver.
July 20, 2025 at 2:15 AM
"The pen, the pot of ink, the strewn pages."
Goodnight from Raymond Carver.
Goodnight from Raymond Carver.
Can't stop, won't stop.
📸: Me
📸: Me
July 14, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Can't stop, won't stop.
📸: Me
📸: Me
A little spark of a poem from me for #smallpoemsunday. Cheers to
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social amid the imminent publication of his new book!
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social amid the imminent publication of his new book!
July 13, 2025 at 4:30 PM
A little spark of a poem from me for #smallpoemsunday. Cheers to
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social amid the imminent publication of his new book!
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social amid the imminent publication of his new book!
Hold your fire.
📸: Me
📸: Me
July 10, 2025 at 2:53 PM
Hold your fire.
📸: Me
📸: Me
So grateful for my three kids but also always missing my own father, which is why I'm resharing this poem that was originally published in Juniper: A Poetry Journal.
June 15, 2025 at 4:39 PM
So grateful for my three kids but also always missing my own father, which is why I'm resharing this poem that was originally published in Juniper: A Poetry Journal.
A while back something really terrible happened to our church.
We got through it as a parish but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Grateful to the editors of a Christian literary magazine called Traces for publishing the poem I wrote as a result.
tracesjournal.ca/p/exhortation
We got through it as a parish but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Grateful to the editors of a Christian literary magazine called Traces for publishing the poem I wrote as a result.
tracesjournal.ca/p/exhortation
June 8, 2025 at 1:01 AM
A while back something really terrible happened to our church.
We got through it as a parish but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Grateful to the editors of a Christian literary magazine called Traces for publishing the poem I wrote as a result.
tracesjournal.ca/p/exhortation
We got through it as a parish but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Grateful to the editors of a Christian literary magazine called Traces for publishing the poem I wrote as a result.
tracesjournal.ca/p/exhortation
Missing my father on what would have been his birthday.
Reshaping my poem 'Volition' about his final days, first published in the South Florida Poetry Journal.
Reshaping my poem 'Volition' about his final days, first published in the South Florida Poetry Journal.
May 14, 2025 at 11:47 PM
Missing my father on what would have been his birthday.
Reshaping my poem 'Volition' about his final days, first published in the South Florida Poetry Journal.
Reshaping my poem 'Volition' about his final days, first published in the South Florida Poetry Journal.
Oh please, world, open for us.
Please, unfold your delicate petals.
Please, color this landscape that's been dark for so long.
Please blossom. Please bloom.
(📸: Me)
Please, unfold your delicate petals.
Please, color this landscape that's been dark for so long.
Please blossom. Please bloom.
(📸: Me)
May 4, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Oh please, world, open for us.
Please, unfold your delicate petals.
Please, color this landscape that's been dark for so long.
Please blossom. Please bloom.
(📸: Me)
Please, unfold your delicate petals.
Please, color this landscape that's been dark for so long.
Please blossom. Please bloom.
(📸: Me)
Me and my idea for a poem before we've figured out how to actually write the poem.
(From Antonioni's 'L'Eclisse,' 1962)
(From Antonioni's 'L'Eclisse,' 1962)
April 26, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Me and my idea for a poem before we've figured out how to actually write the poem.
(From Antonioni's 'L'Eclisse,' 1962)
(From Antonioni's 'L'Eclisse,' 1962)
Good morning. Happy Easter. He is risen.
April 20, 2025 at 12:22 PM
Good morning. Happy Easter. He is risen.
Not necessarily my most productive year so far, but at least I still enjoy the challenge.
(Image: from Anontioni's 'The Vanquished,' 1953)
(Image: from Anontioni's 'The Vanquished,' 1953)
April 19, 2025 at 12:40 AM
Not necessarily my most productive year so far, but at least I still enjoy the challenge.
(Image: from Anontioni's 'The Vanquished,' 1953)
(Image: from Anontioni's 'The Vanquished,' 1953)
It's a poem about aging, the joy of living and the relationship between fathers and sons.
It's also a poem about sneakers, of which there can never be too many.
Thanks to Brandon for including this in @mgliterary.bsky.social!
www.moonlitgetaway.com/poem/tread-r...
It's also a poem about sneakers, of which there can never be too many.
Thanks to Brandon for including this in @mgliterary.bsky.social!
www.moonlitgetaway.com/poem/tread-r...
March 25, 2025 at 12:52 AM
It's a poem about aging, the joy of living and the relationship between fathers and sons.
It's also a poem about sneakers, of which there can never be too many.
Thanks to Brandon for including this in @mgliterary.bsky.social!
www.moonlitgetaway.com/poem/tread-r...
It's also a poem about sneakers, of which there can never be too many.
Thanks to Brandon for including this in @mgliterary.bsky.social!
www.moonlitgetaway.com/poem/tread-r...
"Write from a feeling of untapped life that has become so huge that it is like a massive mountain gathering inside of you."
A little craft talk tucked inside 'The Book Against Death' by Elias Canetti.
A little craft talk tucked inside 'The Book Against Death' by Elias Canetti.
March 9, 2025 at 12:32 AM
"Write from a feeling of untapped life that has become so huge that it is like a massive mountain gathering inside of you."
A little craft talk tucked inside 'The Book Against Death' by Elias Canetti.
A little craft talk tucked inside 'The Book Against Death' by Elias Canetti.
Saturday mornings are for coffee, reading poetry or fiction (okay, a few essays too) and generally not leaving my favorite space.
March 8, 2025 at 3:17 PM
Saturday mornings are for coffee, reading poetry or fiction (okay, a few essays too) and generally not leaving my favorite space.
"And every night I look through my telescope to see if anything's fluttering or sputtering"
Why take drugs when you can just read James Tate?
Why take drugs when you can just read James Tate?
March 7, 2025 at 12:41 AM
"And every night I look through my telescope to see if anything's fluttering or sputtering"
Why take drugs when you can just read James Tate?
Why take drugs when you can just read James Tate?
"I still walk into a bookstore or a library convinced that I might be on the threshold that will open up onto what I most need or desire."
Rebecca Solnit on the power and pleasure of books.
Rebecca Solnit on the power and pleasure of books.
March 2, 2025 at 12:29 AM
"I still walk into a bookstore or a library convinced that I might be on the threshold that will open up onto what I most need or desire."
Rebecca Solnit on the power and pleasure of books.
Rebecca Solnit on the power and pleasure of books.
I bought a notebook with a white cover that got smudged.
The stationary store used these paper bags with old advertisements all over them that I loved, so I re-covered the notebook with it.
Small joys, small victories.
The stationary store used these paper bags with old advertisements all over them that I loved, so I re-covered the notebook with it.
Small joys, small victories.
February 16, 2025 at 11:14 PM
I bought a notebook with a white cover that got smudged.
The stationary store used these paper bags with old advertisements all over them that I loved, so I re-covered the notebook with it.
Small joys, small victories.
The stationary store used these paper bags with old advertisements all over them that I loved, so I re-covered the notebook with it.
Small joys, small victories.
Long before we were Mommy and Daddy,
or even Mr. And Mrs.,
we were just Me and You.
No matter what, we'll always be Us. #valentinesday
📷: AJ
or even Mr. And Mrs.,
we were just Me and You.
No matter what, we'll always be Us. #valentinesday
📷: AJ
February 14, 2025 at 7:04 PM
Long before we were Mommy and Daddy,
or even Mr. And Mrs.,
we were just Me and You.
No matter what, we'll always be Us. #valentinesday
📷: AJ
or even Mr. And Mrs.,
we were just Me and You.
No matter what, we'll always be Us. #valentinesday
📷: AJ
"In the dark
I thought of a radiant ordinariness
That burned, that burned and burned."
(Robert Hass, 'A Sunset')
📷: Me
I thought of a radiant ordinariness
That burned, that burned and burned."
(Robert Hass, 'A Sunset')
📷: Me
February 14, 2025 at 2:02 AM
"In the dark
I thought of a radiant ordinariness
That burned, that burned and burned."
(Robert Hass, 'A Sunset')
📷: Me
I thought of a radiant ordinariness
That burned, that burned and burned."
(Robert Hass, 'A Sunset')
📷: Me
Reading this Wendell Berry poem might have to become my new nightly ritual over the next four years, and possibly beyond.
January 31, 2025 at 2:55 AM
Reading this Wendell Berry poem might have to become my new nightly ritual over the next four years, and possibly beyond.
This Saturday I'm doing everything by the book.
January 25, 2025 at 5:45 PM
This Saturday I'm doing everything by the book.